Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Murtough stormed away, turning his back on Molly. This was a mistake on his part. Molly raised her pistil to shoulder-level and fired; Murtough immediately crumpled to the ground. His men, their attention gained by the gunshot, turned on Molly. Luckily Johnny and Brian burst through the door, their own guns drawn, and began firing.

Outside, a horn honked. Molly walked over to Murtough and turned him onto his back using her foot. "It's nothing personal, Murtough," she said. "Just a business investment, that's all." Without giving Murtough a chance to respond, Molly shot him once more, hitting between his eyes.